You Can't Imagine How Random My Thoughts Are. I Just Had An Idea. Don't Know How Good It Is. But Like.

You can't imagine how random my thoughts are. I just had an idea. Don't know how good it is. But like. Here.

•JSchlatt had enough of just staying in his "hell-prison", also known as his own gym. He usually didn't care about others opinion about him but the multiple betrayal by those he trusted and in a sick way loved, in combination with alcohol and paranoia took the best of him.

•They wanted a villain. Someone, who they could blame for everything. Well. He could give them that. He isn't the only one, who was betrayed and left behind.

•He visited a place, that looked abandoned for a long time...this train station. The same he would visit, when this son of a raven, Wilbur...was still here. Now he isnt.

•But someone else is. A figure, looking totally faded, sitting at the wall...there were a lot of lines....blue lines...seems like this person, who looked like...like who? He definitely seemed familiar and those lines were definitely his way of counting the days. Well...years...

•The ghost in a faded sweater, that used to be yellow, sobbed without an end to it. Around him were a lot of dark blue puddles. You couldn't see your reflection in it and it seemed more like endless voids of sorrow.

•The ram-hybrid smirked a little, this surely is material with which he could work. He got slowly closer, the other Ghost didn't even noticed, probably used to have nobody around....or his sobbing was just too loud.

•Schlatt kneeled in front of him, with a fake-gentle smile on his lips as he said "They did you dirty, didn't they?", it was said with such passion and care. He didn't forget how to act.

•At that point Ghost....bur...yes, this was the name. Ghostbur finally looked at him, shocked, shivering...neverending, deep blue tears escaping his dead eyes. This voice....he knew this voice...he only needs to remember. His hair was a mess. Only thing that isn't faded are this neverending tears and the deep wound on his chest.

•The older ghost feeled the urge to cry too...not because of pity, sympathy or act...he didn't know why...is this some kind of effect from the bland copy of his former rival?...

• "What they did...it was definitely unfair, kid...don't you want to go back? I know how we can...and I know, who we can take with us...they will regret their betrayal" The ghost of a former tyrant said and was pleased, when his opponent answered with a smile, with tears that will never stop again. "That seems...intriguing...Glatt."

Okay guys, everyone talked about the whole "possession arc" theory with Quackity...but...think about this:

Quackity possesion arc...but JSchlatt actually doesn't want to stay.

He is here just because Quackity, for some reason, ate his heart. So Schlatt is just there and speaks about, how much he would like to die. And stay dead for once.

Quackity just has to deal with the bitching of his ex the whole time.

Of course there is place for angst....but also some kind of fluff or just humor. Where Schlatt helps Quackity to win in gambling, knowing this games and knowing how to calculate everything so you would win.

I like also to imagine Schlatt taking over the body....just so he can speak with some people...like Fundy or Tubbo, without outing himself. At the beginning, Quackity would be suspicious because...why would Schlatt like to talk to those kids, without the intention to manipulate them...

To this, Schlatt had an valid argument "Flatty. I am fucking dead. I am...I don't know, I am not even a ghost, I am just in your body without my consent. What profit do I have from manipulating them?"

So...Quackity just let's him be...slowly growing attached...

"Sayori SugarCrash". My first attempt to make some kind of video Haha.

Warning: Mentioning of a dead child, a corpse. This isn't my AU, but I saw it and...got some thoughts on my own about it.

There was a pretty negative atmosphere. Someday this moment would come, he had to tell them.

-Ranboo, this piglin...-

-Michael, I didn't tell you his name, did I? Michael, we thought it would be a nice name for him!-

The part-enderman person said, holding their child, who only looked at Technoblade with a blank stare.

-....yes...Michael....Ranboo, he is dead...he is a zombified piglin...-

There was silence for a moment.

-Techno, this isn't a nice or fun thing to say, I saw how he walks....maybe he isn't really talkative...-

-He is dead, Ranboo. Zombified piglins don't actually....understand anything, they just...follow instincts, they just walk around.-

-But he....-

Ranboo wasn't able to finish his sentence.

-He doesn't understand what you two want from him, you just took him...out of the nether...which is his real home...-

-But he was alone!-

There was silence between the two grown man. Ranboo looked at his little son, maybe the side of his face was a little rotting, maybe he didn't speak and would never call him "dad", but the enderman knew, this little, precious piglin was his son and he loved him as such.

-For him....it would be better to be back in the nether....-

Techno said, in a much calmer voice, it was not pleasant to see this sorrow in the eyes of his friend. Even if Ranboo had to try and hold himself back, not to cry....this would surely make it more difficult.

-Yes...maybe you are right...-

The little piglin didn't move much, maybe because on a instinct level he knew, that the fall wouldn't be good. The little handlike hooves reached to the head of Ranboo, he was trying to take the crown. The young enderman smiled, but even this looked sad, he carefully put Michael down, the little one started to walk across the room, sometimes stopping at the paintings, staring at them. Ranboo tried to calm down.

-Yes...it will be better....we....we can visit him there....and...we will bring him some gold...I mean...he would like that...right?-

a look on Technoblade, who had a strange expression, which could be compared to slight guilt. Of course he couldn't just let his friend play family with a literal corpse, but the way Ranboo cares for the little on...makes this all so much harder.

***

Ranboo carefully comes through the nether portal, with Michael on his hands and then, puts him on the ground. Tubbo said that he couldn't come, it was too painful to just...leave your child behind.

The Enderman looked at the little piglin, who turned his head in the different direction as if he tried to understand where he is.

-You....you are back home, Michael...we are so..so sorry that we...took you away....I...I will miss you.-

There was a little sound, kind of familiar, even for the little piglin, the sound of water...when it comes in the nether...the same sound came from Ranboo right now. Michael just didnt understand why. Ranboo tried to hold himself together, even when the tears started to fall, hurting and burning his cheeks. He soon disappeared in the nether portal.

*several days later*

There was a need for some netherite, since all thought it would be funny to make a netheritebeacon, Ranboo wasn't amused, he avoided nether...he avoided it for a long time...but, just to distract Tubbo, he agreed to the idea and was the first, who would start the hunt for netherite. But as he entered the portal...he just saw Michael, who was sitting in front of it, staring. Ranboo was still for a moment, but then got closer.

-Michael...have you been...waiting?...h...hi Michael...-

Ranboo kneeled down, how he used to, as he visited the little piglin in his own room. The zombified piglin only tilts his head a little bit. No other piglins where to see around. Ranboo couldn't hold himself any longer and hugged his little precious son, pressing him closer to himself. For a moment he even got the feeling that the little piglin got his little hooves on his shoulders...

Maybe Michael couldn't fully understand everything and was long dead, but, he felt the touches, the hugs and that he wasn't so alone.

***

I read so much angst about Michael not actually wanting to be with Tubbo and Ranboo, that I had to write something. Since Piglins are afraid of Zombified piglins, I can imagine that since his "death" Michael never actually felt how it is...to be loved and taken care of...this is why I think that he wouldn't "hate" his new parents.

Sorry for mistakes and not really long descriptions. This is my first time writing DREAM SMP and in English.

Ghostbur at the first revival attempt, wanting to get Wilbur:

Ghostbur after Wilbur was brought back to the server, but he himself got stuck in Limbo:

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